#LizzAbroad

When the Istanbul Ataturk airport was attacked by terrorists on June 28, it hit too close to home for me.

My daughter, Lizz, has been in that airport four times in the last six months. And I was frightened by the thought of what could have been.

It hit home with Lizz, too, but in a very different way.

She knew the people most hurt by the attack. She had sat in their tea rooms, shopped in their markets. She had shared their conversation, food and culture.

She wasn’t frightened.

She was heartbroken.

And the terrorism didn’t make her want to stop traveling.

On the contrary, it made her determined to revisit Turkey and support the people who depend on tourists for their livelihood.

She is a member of the Millennial Generation, and globalization is its hallmark.

As a parent of that generation, my hallmark is constant prayer.

My children are products of the Catholic school system. They have been raised on the teachings of the Catholic Church.

And whether I like it or not, “catholic” is synonymous with “global.”

They have been taught to love their friends, their neighbors and even their enemies; to be the hands and feet of Christ pouring out his love to everyone they encounter.

And they’ve learned the lesson well.

Beginning with mission trips in high school, studies abroad in college and then employment in multinational corporations, technology has made our children’s reality international and world travel a part of life.

My daughter Lizz is proof of this. And I fear for her as she explores the world almost as much as I admire her.

One thing I know. I can’t stop her.

When I was young, I remember coming across an article about the Fairy Chimneys of Cappadocia — surreal rock formations that served as homes and churches for Byzantine Christians thousand of years ago.

The photography was stunning, and I looked at those pictures forever, charmed by their beauty and longing to visit that magical place.

But traveling as far away as eastern Turkey was out of my realm of imagination.

A few months ago, Lizz was flying over Cappadocia in a hot air balloon, admiring the fairy chimneys and sending me pictures so I could know she was living my dream.

At the same time, ISIS was attacking Turkey on the Syrian border.

She wasn’t afraid; and I lived vicariously through her Instagram posts, holding in my heart the anxiety that doesn’t seem to exist in her generation.

Made it to Istanbul. Spent half an hour looking for my hostel but saw so many amazing things. #lizzabroad

People are incredibly friendly and helpful here. The lack of street signs is a struggle, but I’ve survived so far. #lizzabroad

Hanging out in a fairy chimney. The fairies have accepted me as one of their own. Not coming back to America. #lizzabroad

She did come back. But a few months later, she would be flying through Istanbul again, on her way to trek the Himalayas, and to fall in love with the people of Nepal.

I’m not alone in having a child who wanders the earth. Lizz has friends on mission trips, in work assignments and in religious orders spread throughout the world.

They are exploring fearlessly, bound by the strength of their faith and Catholic convictions.

This is beautifully written Jill. It mirrors my thoughts for my children who are world travelers too. They seem to have deep faith and “no fear” like your daughter. Thank you for your remarkable insight. Judy